Twilight Sparkle Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

he asserted as I eyed him longingly. “We can get some baby items as well since you will have the pup in a couple of months,” he added, and I nodded as I lowered my eyes in regret. “Why are you sad?” Side-eyeing him, I muttered, “I wanted to have a mate mark.” Grinning slightly he sighed, “ I see. Um, do you want me to mark you? It's not the same as you wolves.” Furrowing my brow I asked curiously what he meant. “My fae mate mark is more like your Crescent Moon and would be a butterfly,” he explained sheepishly, bringing a smile to my face.

Crown of silver, heart of night, Save the world or end the light. The words hung there for three heartbeats, then exploded into a thousand silver butterflies that rained down on them like snow. One landed on Tamara's hand. It was cold as ice and when it melted, it left a mark—a crescent moon that burned silver against her skin. "He marked her," Selene breathed. "The Moon King marked his daughter." Every supernatural being there took a step back from Tamara. Even Kai looked shaken. "What does it mean?" Tamara asked, staring at the mark.

Rose said proudly. “Not yet,” came a familiar voice from behind us. We turned to see Sabrina smiling, eyes glinting with mischief. Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, and a soft shimmer began to trail from her fingers. In an instant, sparkling snowflakes floated from her fingertips, drifting onto the branches, each one glowing with an icy, enchanted light. With a gentle flick, tendrils of blue and silver light wove through the branches, making them gleam as if kissed by a starlit frost.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

“Hold your horses! Relax, and just enjoy it. Let’s get you in that shower, and then you can sleep. I’m exhausted mentally so can only imagine how you must feel!” Alinta was too tired to argue with her wolf, so she decided to follow Angela’s advice and took the much-needed shower. As she was getting dressed, she glanced down at her chest and gasped at the sight of her fated mark. It was unlike any other mark she had seen; instead of the usual soft white glow and plain crescent shape, her mark shone a beautiful silvery baby blue, adorned with small flowers that resembled a stylized tattoo. Alinta's heart fluttered as she instinctively thought of Orion. “Ange! What do you make of this?” she ask

Almost like they were waking up from a long sleep. Lucian shouted from a safe distance, “Do not touch anything glowing.” I touched the glowing symbol. Lucian screamed into his broom. A ripple shot outward in a bright ring. Snow shook off the windowsills. The lights flickered. The spark hopped up and clicked its legs like applause. Marek ran to me instantly. “Why do you never listen?” “I do listen,” I said. “No you do not.” The spark walked onto the center of the pattern. Its glow concentrated, shrinking and sharpening into a bright pinpoint of light.

“I’m just saying there are more things that Luna Charlotte could be mixed with.” “She’s a witch. She gave me this.” I hold out the hand with the crescent mark. Carla grabs it, inspecting it. “I was right. I was actually right.” “Carla, I haven’t got time for games.” “It’s a Fae mark. A reverse crescent.” She smiles at me. And if it wasn’t for the circumstances, maybe I would be smiling back. There are more explosions in the distance, but Jaxon just stands there, looking at me.

All the patterns that turned colorful at one point were now glowing lightly with a white glow, but my mark, the mark that I belonged to him, shone like diamonds. He stood behind me in the mirror, and his eyes met mine. "You are fucking gorgeous..." He said, kissing my mark and sending me into another orgasm. "Will it fade like the others?" I asked, concerned, because I wanted that mark visible for all to see. I was his, and he was mine. "No, it will never fade. The distinctive color and glow show it is a Royal Elf Mark, " he said, and I bit my lower lip. "Well, it is beautiful," I said, and he smiled at me.

“You knew I’d be the one to apologize, didn’t you?” I smirked, brushing my shoulder against his. “Of course. You can’t stay mad at me for more than five minutes.” His eyes gleamed. “You make it impossible to stay mad.” Before I could reply, the MC announced, “And now, it’s time for the traditional cutting of the cake!” The crowd shifted, parting as though the room itself bowed to the towering cake that waited. Four tiers of white and gold, delicate swirls curling like spun silk, tiny wolf motifs chasing each other around the sides. At the very top, two intertwined wolves gleamed under the soft lights.

Her finger trailed down to her mark, causing my mate to shiver, recoiling back. "Oh? I've heard how sacred a mark is to a wolf," Azazra teased, taking another step towards Kacie, cocking her head at her. "Azazra, don't," I grumbled, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "What would happen if I just..?" she mumbled, pushing her auburn hair over her shoulder and holding the palm of her hand out in front of her. Her fingertips suddenly glowed a deep purple. The light mesmerized me for a few seconds, causing me to squint from the blaze.